you are the piercing sirens of the ambulances.
you are the sound of violent sobs that escape ones body.
you are the deafening sound of my suffering screams.
you are the reason for my hurt.
you are a beautiful flower, but have deadly thorns.
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what you are
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
poems
Poesiawritten poems that my heart whispered to my broken hands as they typed at eerie hours of the night.
